There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love chocolate, and communists.

If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake,' Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, 'I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

I'm not a vegetarian! I'm a dessertarian!

Sure I eat my feelings, but I save the emotional roller coaster for dessert.

I have an idea,' Annabelle said, 'Let's go to the kitchen and peek in the larder. I bet there's still some gooseberry cake left from dessert. Not to mention the strawberry jam trifle.'Lillian lifted her head and blotted her wet nose on her sleeve. 'Do you really think a plate of sweets will make me feel better?'Annabelle smiled. 'It can't hurt, can it?'Lillian considered the point. 'Let's go,' she said, and allowed her friend to pull her up from the bench.

Just about every available female--and some unavailable--seemed to think the way to his heart was through his blood sugar levels.

Dessert is to a meal what a dress is to a woman.

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.